I'm on foot, walking around on the neighborhood I used to live in. I head up to a metro station near where I used to live (There's no such place IRL). It gets a little blurry, but eventually I meet up with other people. We're now all walking around the subway, and end up in this huge arcade. It's a little bit weird - the place is really big, with all these games, but there doesn't seem to be any other players or anyone taking care of the place. I don't dwell much longer on the issue and begin to explore it and check out the games. I knew some, but most were unknown to me. Luckily, several had credits, so we could play for free.

There were this girls who I didn't know too well, and who I had some kind of romantic tension with, who walked up to other games. I decided to check out a fighting (?) game that had strange graphics, looking like something made by Bloodlust Software (http://www.bloodlustsoftware.com/). I started the game (it had 3 credits, or so). There were a lot of cutscenes on it, and I watched them closely at first, but then notice they were getting a little too long, and the game would never start. The cutscene would end and another would start. I eventually notice that the "game" was some kind of strange animated, interactive book instead of an actual game. There is something about the girls, and then I notice my glasses aren't normal. I take them off and notice one of the legs is loose. It breaks off and I can't get it back into place. Argh. We leave shortly after.

I was on the next day (? or possibly just later?) now, walking down the street I used to live in. I realize I was heading the wrong way, as before (?), so I turn and cross the street. The path gets all weird, suddenly becoming steep, both the sideway and the street. The now narrow sidewalk is dangerously close to the oncoming cars. A woman in a black convertible sports car approaches, coming towards me. I realize that it's some sort of portable car - it looked like a big toy car or something like that. It's too steep for her to pass without hitting the sidewalk or scratching the car at the end of the steep part, so I stand aside while I watch her lift it up around the height of her waist, walk down (her legs sticking out from below the car), then put it on the street again, excuse herself and drive away.